I tried to forget

San Marcos TX

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It sounded like such an easy thing for you to do. "Just forget about it!" Or some shit like that. Maybe it was "I can make you forget about it." Less of a yell or an inspirational suggestion and more of a soft, saddened farewell. I may have forgotten so very much, but I couldn't forget that underlying hint of regret in your voice. For a brief second it kept me walking away from your car without breaking down. That regret. As if you were regretting making me forget us as you said it. But then a second brief moment followed, the one that held the only clarity I had left in me, and told me it was regret that you had allowed us to be a "situation" in the first place. Understandable, considering how our lives actually were. I wouldn't have done that had I not really believed we were meant to be. It leaves me forever in limbo. Eternal purgatory of my spotted mind. I will never truly know if we were meant to be or if you were just meant to torment me. When the magic wears off, what do you do?